Tagged - family
familial abuse
Daddy dearest: a taxonomy of lifelong hurt
Living a life watching my father hurt me and my mother has made me think that women are born to suffer and we live to endure.
anti mind reading
On the wanderings of the mind at family gatherings
There is no way of knowing what someone is really doing in there, just as there is no way of knowing what someone is really thinking. It is for the best, really, that we do not know either.
comfort
Clothing and you
I never had the chance to meet Marie, but to me, this crewneck reminds me of her legacy.
daughter
An ode to my relationship with my mother
With her infectious smile and confident attitude, my mom managed to turn every gloomy morning of mine into a better day.
family
Dear mom and dad: love is not enough
I need my parents to like me. I think everyone does. For so long, because they did not like me, I did not like myself.
family
Learning to say “I love you”
Grief is a fickle thing. One second, you feel fine, and the next it pierces the fibers of your soul with such precision you don’t know if you’re terrified or grateful of the feelings it elicits.
family
How to survive Thanksgiving with your family
At family gatherings, chaos is not a question of if but when. So how can you survive it?
addiction
The smells of cigarettes and alcohol
I never believed my parents to be addicts. Or maybe I did notice, but it never seemed wrong.
